Decisions
Your first flat was a mansion of young love, cheap wine,
and admiring your cleverness.
You picked dried yolk yellow and kitchen plaster blue from its curtain swirls,
told yourself it was retro, bought a matching sofa.
Of course, it didn’t last.
You Gloria Gaynored to the next place with your sofa,
which looked better when you bought a rug and cushions in an energetic geometric contrast.
Modern, not restful.
Rebound romance and quickly ‘You Did’.
Matrimonial trousseau pulsed with cobalt stripes and eggy angles,
soon recruited as inspiration for expensive nesting makeover.
Too late to say you hate it.
Photo by Rasa Kasparaviciene on Unsplash
